Miricales Happen [Draft]

I was speeding up Germantown avenue, on my my miniture mortorcycle, hoping I wouldnt hit a pot hole and flip off the bike. When I had seen the pot hole up ahead, I slowed down and tried to get back on the pavement. While I tried to get back on the pavement, my tire got stuck on the trolley tracks and the bike flipped over. Since I didnt have on a helmet on, I realized what kind of danger my life was in. When people saw me fall of the bike they pulled over, and helped me up. When I got home, I had told my dad what had happen and he took me to the hospital. We were in waiting room in the hospital for almost two hours before I was seen by the doctor. The doctor finally came into the the room and examined my knee. After he moved my knee around a couple of times he said it was just a sprain, and gave me an ace bandage that was used for wrapping my knee, and medication for the pain. When we arrived home I went straight up to my room, and thanked god for not letting me get hurt any worst than I did.